Well, I'm not going accomplish much in the way of "sticking with something" with this fic...but I find the Psychonauts fandom severely lacking in father-son moments. This is an attempt to remedy that. They're short, and probably a little random, but hopefully they'll be sweet, too. (I apologize for the inclusion of several OCs, but I really had no choice, especially in Ona's case...)

As the circus closed down for the night, there was an undeniable feeling of excitement in the air. Not that this was unusual, by any means, but the normally jovial performers were completely animated tonight, because Augustus Aquato had relayed the message that his wife was finally going to be up and about, after several days of being conspicuously absent from their congregations… And while Ona was a natural attention magnet, she was completely bombarded with it as her co-workers caught sight of her.

"Shush" She murmured good naturedly, when she felt things were growing chaotic. "You'll frighten him."

Contrary to this statement, the infant she cradled merely looked confused, tilting his head to one side, and then looking back to his mother. Ona smiled down at him, shoulders shaking with gentle laughter.

"Well, he's certainly not shy." Commented the sword eater, chuckling.

One of the contortionists gave the man an exasperated shove. "Ignore sword breath over here, Ona. I think he's precious."

There were several other general statements, but one in particular caught both of the new parent's attention.

"It's uncanny, but I get the feeling that he knows that we're talking about him."

From out of the corner of her eye, Ona looked over at Augustus, who met her eyes before closing his own and sighing. The acrobat certainly hoped this wasn't a sign of things to come; he didn't want such a treacherous life for his son. Taking a deep breath, he reopened his eyes, only to find a pair identical to his wife's staring back at him, upside down, questioning.

It definitely wasn't a good sign, but…

In spite of his worry, Augustus chuckled, "What? Am I that entertaining, Razputin?"

…but he'd deal with what happened when it happened. Right now, he had other things to think about.